We have way too much stuff.
Sorting junk and packing books all day has me tired out. But the actual throwing stuff away is very freeing.
I want to ruthlessly weed through our junk. I wish we carried less along with us. Look at young Byron arriving at boarding school in Kenya with his one trunk and his one suitcase. Wouldn't that be nice if we got it down to just that each?
We always say you need a major move or a house fire every five years :-) And while I would never wish a house fire on anyone, I have to admit, there are perks. I wrote the following almost 14 years ago, a little while after our home burned to the ground.
'Ungrateful'
One morning I was stripped
Every precious and useless thing ripped from me
Naked on the slope I felt at last
Clean and light and shining
But people pitied that pathetic purity
and drawing from their own burdens
they gathered enough weight to bury me
The shimmering release was short-lived
and once again I am
far too heavily laden
